Caritas, Sunday
Days like today, when he'd spent an hour or so moving his stuff down to the cabins, Anders was really glad he had that Glider; it wasn't quite as convenient as having a boyfriend on hand to shimmer stuff down, but still easier than walking. Of course, he'd then spent all the time he'd saved packing things up to ship out to Neptune, so he hadn't earned high marks for efficiency.
Well, maybe.
Maybe the Greek air was getting to him in some way or other, because he was leaning against the bar, staring into space and humming tunelessly to himself; he never even noticed that the olives Tino occasionally flicked against his head were kalamatas instead of the usual cocktail olives. Shame about that; he really liked kalamatas.
[OOC: Modding Tino's your best bet tonight, since I'm taking my mom out for dinner shortly and won't be around much until later.]
Well, maybe.
Maybe the Greek air was getting to him in some way or other, because he was leaning against the bar, staring into space and humming tunelessly to himself; he never even noticed that the olives Tino occasionally flicked against his head were kalamatas instead of the usual cocktail olives. Shame about that; he really liked kalamatas.
[OOC: Modding Tino's your best bet tonight, since I'm taking my mom out for dinner shortly and won't be around much until later.]